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For example,
Should I say;
How should I say?
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As irresponsible as I can ever imagine; I am a very terrible author.
The above illustration is none other for the up and coming new one shot that everyone has been waiting since 29th June. It is still a pity that I still can't upload anything on FF.net.
It is not as if I have violated something.
Stripped.
Another mean of getting it uploaded awaits...Anyway:
To ease the wait, since I too can barely wait, 'No Title' will be released on a new opening date of the 16th of August. A day later to celebrate someone's birthday; that I hope all Mai-Hime fans know whose birthday I'm celebrating.
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For all those awaiting 'No Title', 'Companion', 'Paper doll' and 'Perfume Jukebox~Remix'. I have something for the entertainment and the fun.
I use to do this with my siblings when we were young and I have found out recently that it is still as enjoyable as it always had been.
Here is it:
I have done up two comic pages of a very small segment from a Mai-Hime one-shot that I have been writing recently. So there are two pages...where is the entertainment? This is how it goes:
'Fill up the speech bubbles of both Natsuki and Shizuru, and the black panel with anything that you want.'
Easy isn't it? Give it go and let's see who can come up with the most hilarious or the most fitting dialogue the two can have with each other in the span of two pages. I will post up the original dialogue of the two pages on another post after everyone has their fun and entertainment in wracking those two up.
Feel free to get out of the box.
Indeed, there are no limitations.
*One can leave your created dialogue by posting a comment for this post; no worries, anyone can leave a comment. Feel free to do so. A side note, the comic page is read from right to left.
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Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha presents: Fate T.Harlaown.
She's has that X factor that makes me go insane that sometimes I wonder why Nanoha grasp the fact that Fate xxxxx her. Well, maybe she does, maybe she doesn't. The series doesn't explicitly tell us what happens between the two.
However, it itches me to find out what exactly happens between A's to Strikers. The NanoxFate interaction makes me shiver in anticipation.
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Onto something else, shall we?
The memories of something bring about the ideological conflict between the mind and the body, tempting oneself to do the extremes of an end and sometimes nothing at all.
The conflict however does not disappear once something like such is done and gotten over it. That is how some things reoccur, due to the memories that are once again jogged our system, to wage a war between the mind and soul.
Then again...
What was I talking about?
Pardon my drag, but I haven't been mentally sane and physically healthy to do and say something coherent.
Break.
Period.
Oh well...
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Sometimes, life just makes things unexplainable, so much to like what I experienced on the train not too long ago.
I was caught staring through a reflection; well, it wasn't really my fault that the person sitting on the other side of the train was something to ogle at. I'm not a pervert or anything, but anyone or anything with exceptional beauty should be respected.
Properly.
After all, I wasn't the only one that was staring.
The train jerked, jolting me up from my light snooze. I eased back onto my seat when the nasal announcement for the arrival to the current station sounded overhead. I heaved a breath, watching the people that entered the train through weary eyes.
I didn't notice her when she step into the carriage; it was only when I turned to look at the hard plastic panel I was leaning on, then did I notice her in the reflection.
My eyes widened slightly and I turned around casually, in order to steal a glance at her beauty. Indeed, she was a wonder. It's so rare to find one sitting in a train.
Geez.
I turned back, noting that staring wasn't much of a polite manner. Instead, I choose the option to look at her through the reflection of the hard plastic. Yes, it is mighty cliche and cheesy, but let me just say that her beauty was like that of Shizuru; a mix of elegance, grace and a unique air of individualism.
It wasn't long before my stop was the next to come, with that I stole one last glance at her through the reflection and I was taken aback when she was looking the other way.
The other way meant looking at me, in person.
Caught red handed.
Ouch.
However, I didn't know what brought me to turn my head around and look at her. As expected, I found her looking at me in the eye. Yet, what was unusaul was that she was looking at me with such fervour that I found it hard not to smirk.
I did, eventually, when I got off my seat when the train arrived at the station. To my surprise, she passed me a warm smile and allowed a sparkle to settle in her eyes.
I felt my cheeks burn when I exited the train.
So much for the unexpected.
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I was caught in a cross fire of words between Aki and K', much to my dislike when I was trying to figure out something important at the very moment. Terry wasn't being any help either since he settled himself on his seat while he watched the two bicker, literally over my body while I tried in vain to shut the noise out:
Aki had herself latched onto my side, like always when she wanted my help, while K' on the other hand, much cold and stoic like ever, just narrowed her eyes on me.
Her gaze, certainly, could not be ignored.
'Why won't you say anything?'
I looked up from my page and arched an eye brow,
'I have no say in this?'
'You do.'
I motioned to Terry that leaned over her knees to look at Aki that moved over to get something from her bag,
'He is the peace maker, by all means, go to him.'
She frowned and folded her arms across her chest, there was a second of silence before she asked me again,
'Why aren't you trying to get involved?'
I passed her a smile,
'History repeats itself.'
Aki flopped herself down on the space beside me, and I looked back down at my page,
'Much like Man and his mistakes.'
Don't we all fumble and tumble, pick ourselves up and strive forward? Yet sometimes don't we also forget to learn from our fall, that we allow the same things and problems to bite us back in the face; again?
Don't we all learn through mistakes?
If we make an effort to.
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Then again,
Cheers!
